“Shadow, you feel…” Her words are muffled by her arms, but I get the gist. “You feel…” She moans with pleasure, rocking and rolling as I power my body into hers. The tightness of her, the slick smack of my thighs against hers. This is like nothing I’ve had before because Violet is nothing like anyone I’ve known before.
“You too, sweetheart,” I say, grinding deeper and harder with each thrust. I’m a slave to the power of my desire for her, arousal driving me forward with a force greater than gravity.
My jaw starts to lock up, I’m grinding my teeth so hard trying to make this last, but without a barrier between us, this just feels too damned good. I release on a moan, bellowing into the silent room, not giving a fuck who hears us. She won’t be here for long anyway. Neighbors be damned.
As I’m blowing my load inside her, she starts to quiver, to shudder against me, and suddenly, I feel her walls tighten.
“Fuck,” I hiss as a second climax rocks her body.
I hold her hips, rocketing into her, and then collapse on the bed, spent and sweaty and satisfied—for now.
She’s panting, a light mist of perspiration on her breasts. “I think we found a cure for morning sickness,” she says.
“Definitely prefer this. I’ll frickin’ puke if I have to eat any more soup.”
“Let’s try for real food again tonight.” She yawns and cuddles up beside me. “Maybe not straight for tacos and pizza, but I can try to cook us a burger. Maybe if it’s less greasy and delicious, I’ll manage it.”
I mumble against her hair, but I can’t form any words. I’m too…something.
Happy.
At peace.
I’m holding the woman I love, a baby I put inside her growing in her belly.
There’s nothing more to say.
This is it.
The start of our future.
I close my eyes and drift into the deepest, most peaceful sleep of my life.
The next morning, we wake up still naked, somehow rested after multiple rounds of fucking and sleeping that kept us at it all night.
Whether sex can cure her morning sickness or she’s just getting better with time, it doesn’t matter.
We have a big weekend ahead of us, so at the first sign of the sun, I quietly climb out of bed and head into the kitchen.
I’m standing naked on that strawberry kitchen rug, making Violet tea while I wait for my coffee to brew. I’m so lost in thought, I don’t hear her come down the hallway.
Violet’s hair is messy, and she’s wearing the T-shirt I threw on the floor last night.
“You feelin’ okay?” I head over to her, a mug of ginger tea in my hand.
She takes it gratefully and lifts up on her toes to give me a kiss. “Yeah,” she says. “I slept great. I feel great.”
“Good,” I tell her. “We’ve got a big day today.”
It’s Saturday, so my plan is to get Violet moved in with me, at least as a start.
“When’s your lease up?” I ask. “You here a year?”
That would complicate things some, but I figure if I make a visit to the landlord and offer to buy out the lease, they might let her out.
She blows on the steaming mug of tea, sits on a strawberry pillow at the table, and shakes her head. “I’m month-to-month. When the condo wasn’t ready when it was promised to me, I told the landlord that I would have to find another place to go. They offered me all kinds of incentives to stay, but I told them the only way I’d move in was if they let me go month-to-month. I pay a little bit more, but I only need to give them thirty days’ notice to leave. I can be out of here pretty quick. Why?”
She cocks her head at me, and I explain. “I’ve got some shit to do today, but I want you with me. I’m not going to leave you alone every morning and every night through this. You’re sick, I wanna know. I wanna be there.”
